<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:41:03.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farnsworth Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-4357568738449111871</id><published>2009-09-08T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:03:16.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no I'm inactive!</title><content type='html'>My computer crashed and i haven't made a post because let's face it a post without pictures just isn't any fun. i sign into my blog every so often and have added a gaget here and there. who knew that wasn't enough. Let's hope I can be reactivated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-4357568738449111871?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4357568738449111871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=4357568738449111871' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/4357568738449111871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/4357568738449111871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-no-im-inactive.html' title='oh no I&apos;m inactive!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-6042558236800914654</id><published>2009-03-26T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:34:12.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderbirds- Thunderbirds- THUNDERIRDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmDGMWA6I/AAAAAAAAARI/YjnOgTWNlL4/s1600-h/IMG_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmDGMWA6I/AAAAAAAAARI/YjnOgTWNlL4/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317596725917385634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the Thunderbirds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmCxcqPuI/AAAAAAAAARA/r08CcG2Kjls/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmCxcqPuI/AAAAAAAAARA/r08CcG2Kjls/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317596720348675810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmCZ2xowI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ot-VrLleREQ/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmCZ2xowI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Ot-VrLleREQ/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317596714015761154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmCZUPnuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/47xuIdRgtrs/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmCZUPnuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/47xuIdRgtrs/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317596713870925538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmBkli7gI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Xx8bnqrbsj4/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmBkli7gI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Xx8bnqrbsj4/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317596699716414978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we took our family to the Luke Airforce Base to see the Thunderbirds! It was amazing! We got to look through lots of airplanes and sit in the Helicopters! Justin was in Heaven! We got there bright and early (8:30) and looked through planes til the show started at 11:30. The had soooo many shows. I didn't know there would be so many- the Thunderbirds didn't fly til 3:00!! But we got to see the new F-22, it was like a rocket! It flew backward! And it was soooooo loud. Then there was this suped up helicopter that could do flips and rolls. The old school war planes were really really cool. They didn't have raidos just hand signals! And they had smoke come out their exhaust. They also had a stunt plane that was crazy. It would make huge dives and fly way up then look like it was falling back down. The Thunderbirds were amazing and worth the wait. I wish we had time to meet the pilots but as it was well into the 90's and we were all burnt to a crisp (especially me- I am way to white to live in HOT AZ). Now I just need to print the pictures so Justin can plaster them all over his room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-6042558236800914654?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6042558236800914654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=6042558236800914654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/6042558236800914654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/6042558236800914654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2009/03/thunderbirds-thunderbirds-thunderirds.html' title='Thunderbirds- Thunderbirds- THUNDERIRDS!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/ScvmDGMWA6I/AAAAAAAAARI/YjnOgTWNlL4/s72-c/IMG_0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-4679233790055871890</id><published>2009-02-17T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:06:51.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How DO their minds work?</title><content type='html'>I have to give a little background to the conversation I has with Alexa yesterday. We took the kids to the park in the morning for some family fun. After lunch the babies went down for a nap and the older 2 wanted to go swimming. They have been buggin' me for months to go swimming and I keep trying to convince them that it is winter and against nature to swim in the winter. But they do not agree "the sun is out Mom!" So I decided I would take them while John was home to be with the sleeping babies. But I told them they were not aloud to drown because I did not want to get in. And away we went.&lt;br /&gt;Only in Arizona in the middle of winter can you go swimming and enjoy it. Thanks Johnson Ranch for heating the pool! They had a great time and swam for an hour and a half! Seriously?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Alexa (who gets cold easily) froze when she got out of the pool (I tried to tell them that it was winter!) Alexa asked through chattering teeth if she could take a WARM bath at home. "of course!" &lt;br /&gt;After another 1/2 hour in the WARM bath I went to wash her hair and get her out. As I was washing her toes;&lt;br /&gt; I said: "woah, you are VERY wrinkley!"&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: "I know!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "what are we going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;Alexa: "Hmm. I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "maybe I should iron you"&lt;br /&gt;Alexa "No mom, then I would be flat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the burn, she doesn't want to be flat. I love the funny things kids say and think. Once my little bro wouldn't drink his water (at a resturant) because it came in a caraf (looks like a vase) At the end of dinner my brother asked my dad why the waitress brought them "flower water"? Ha, love it! feel free to leave a comment on the  funny things your kids say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-4679233790055871890?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4679233790055871890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=4679233790055871890' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/4679233790055871890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/4679233790055871890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-do-their-minds-work.html' title='How DO their minds work?'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-150583294628471581</id><published>2009-02-03T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:01:20.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLr6eBhJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/m85ui12SG6k/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLr6eBhJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/m85ui12SG6k/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299412604333163666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLrgfRC4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/8EK0rbgOHvE/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLrgfRC4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/8EK0rbgOHvE/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299412597359053698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Birthday dinner was Mexican (their favorite) and John made a Cheesecake which they had fun blowing out and eating the strawberries off the top and a few bites. Plus I made some flan and the ate so of that too! SO dOuBle the the desserts for the twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLrVAWeMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oG7Kmkgqbf8/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLrVAWeMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oG7Kmkgqbf8/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299412594276595906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;way to go Chelsie, you get your wish! Tyson tried to put the fire out with his hands (no future fireman here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLrQeb89I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ls9_1fXuyjA/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLrQeb89I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Ls9_1fXuyjA/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299412593060606930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLrMhHDAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t4cZkExJT68/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLrMhHDAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/t4cZkExJT68/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299412591998077954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the two turned Two! Tyson and Chelsie turned 2 or Feb 1st! They are getting so big and mind's of their own which I am not sure I like! Chelsie and Tyson double team me all day long.  Chelsie is talking (a little to well) and Tyson can do enough to let me know what he wants. They are so sweet and so crazy at the same time! I I love them so much and it has truely been an amazing experience to see them grow together and see even little babies become friends. We love that you both are part of our crazy family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few random things about Tyson&lt;br /&gt;*he loves to ride bikes&lt;br /&gt;*he loves cars (but wants them to stick together so i have tied a lot of them together with string)&lt;br /&gt;*he is a pretty good sharer and will try to give Chelsie a toy when she wants what he has, and he shares his food and drinks with her&lt;br /&gt;*he makes sound effects for the cars he drives. (so boy)&lt;br /&gt;*he loves the park- especially the swings&lt;br /&gt;*he has the funniest laugh&lt;br /&gt;*he is a momma's boy and is always on my lap&lt;br /&gt;*he is a sweet mellow little guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsie&lt;br /&gt;*she is a feisty little thing and wants what she wants or throws a bit of a tantrum&lt;br /&gt;*she loves shoes (especially Alexa's)&lt;br /&gt;*she loves dresses (she even has a dress-up dress) and getting her hair done&lt;br /&gt;*she brushed my hair with a brush she got for christmas and she is really good at it&lt;br /&gt;* she loves baby dolls and barbies (already?)&lt;br /&gt;*she loves to give hugs and kisses but if you don't watch out sometimes she gives licks (and totally cracks up)&lt;br /&gt;*she has the funniest belly laugh on such a little girl&lt;br /&gt;*she loves having books read to her (the same one over and over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tyson and Chelsie. (here's hoping we make it through another year! Especially this one when I have 2 two-year-olds!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-150583294628471581?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/150583294628471581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=150583294628471581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/150583294628471581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/150583294628471581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-whos-two.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Two!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SYtLr6eBhJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/m85ui12SG6k/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-5672931782724998298</id><published>2009-01-23T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:57:14.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HuMptY DuMptY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SXqCWlWncRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aEYURi3Qs8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SXqCWlWncRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aEYURi3Qs8Y/s320/IMG_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294687636423143698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SXqCWqbBgmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Y-54ZbAXYlc/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SXqCWqbBgmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Y-54ZbAXYlc/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294687637783806562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa is my most accident prone child (so far) although Tyson has had his fair share in his short 2 years. (so it might be a race between the two of them). Alexa falls a ton and usually pops up and says "I'm okay!" Bruises frequent her legs and at least once a day she does something to need a kiss. When she was little she made me kiss whatever was hurt and sometimes it was things I did not want to kiss (once she bit her tounge and I was not going to kiss that- sorry) I used to kiss my had and tap her bum (and tounge or whatever)  if it needed a kiss. She got to the point where she would kiss her own hand and tap whatever place got the ouchie. It was funny. So far the major ones have been 2 black eyes (same eye, two years apart almost to the day! aNd It ruins my plans for family pictures every time!)  and she cut her head open. Chelsie (my little feisty one) attacks Alexa often, hence all of the scratches on her face- poor girl, I hope the scares eventually fade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-5672931782724998298?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5672931782724998298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=5672931782724998298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/5672931782724998298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/5672931782724998298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2009/01/humpty-dumpty.html' title='HuMptY DuMptY'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SXqCWlWncRI/AAAAAAAAAPw/aEYURi3Qs8Y/s72-c/IMG_0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-3883520686354615296</id><published>2009-01-20T12:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:38:49.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Jam</title><content type='html'>When I went to visit my family in Cali this past Oct. I returned home with a treasure. My mom let me take a container of my Grandma Donetta's homemade raspberry jam. She grows the raspberries in her garden (in Idaho) and makes all kinds of delicious treats; homemade raspberry ice cream, raspberries and cream in a bowl, jelly roll pancakes, and of course the jam. I love all of it but I am rarely there to enjoy all of the goodies. It has been a long long time. I love jam and I especially love her jam. Even as kids we loved it! Once when we were on the looong journey back to Cali, someone knocked our cooler out of the van and a container of jam broke open- we were seriously trying to figure some way to save any bit of the jam and had a moment of silence for the jam that didn't make it, - it was so sad! I remember scraping the bottom of the container to get every last bit. Well as you can see I was VERY excited to get some jam and it was very generous of my mom to share as it was her Birthday present from my Grandma when they had gone to Idaho to visit. Justin had a few peanut butter and Grandma Jam (i think that is the offical name) sandwiches for lunch and when one returned home uneaten I said "J, if you don't eat the sandwiches I will just give you the old jam okay?" He said " oh no mom, I am going to eat it right now- see!?" I know it is a little pathetic... but I love my jam!&lt;br /&gt;Well after many delicious sandwiches, toast and rolls, the jam has seen its last day, and so I leave this Ode to the most delicious and much desired container of Grandma Jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SXY06dpXe3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/gfvQMJmse_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SXY06dpXe3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/gfvQMJmse_Y/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293476591015787378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-3883520686354615296?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3883520686354615296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=3883520686354615296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/3883520686354615296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/3883520686354615296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2009/01/ode-to-jam.html' title='Ode to Jam'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SXY06dpXe3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/gfvQMJmse_Y/s72-c/IMG_0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-1615972890898302649</id><published>2009-01-08T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:05:44.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MerrY ChristmaS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaBgCDxsxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9jRRAcnRAiM/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaBgCDxsxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9jRRAcnRAiM/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289057199701734162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaApfiDJuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/K2X1ytxuvQw/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaApfiDJuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/K2X1ytxuvQw/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289056262720530146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaApC_7B0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sYIOx_yPCxM/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaApC_7B0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sYIOx_yPCxM/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289056255061198658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaAomV1fUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pEJwMzxp2YI/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaAomV1fUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pEJwMzxp2YI/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289056247368482114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaAoR1vj-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y0YdHLIEgKU/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaAoR1vj-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Y0YdHLIEgKU/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289056241865166818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaAoCQe_BI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xZ0Giv2bePI/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaAoCQe_BI/AAAAAAAAAO4/xZ0Giv2bePI/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289056237682359314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Christmas time. I love the transformation of the city, the lights, Christmas trees and Santa. I love Christmas music and movies, cookies, hot chocolate, and sweaters. I would like to be Mrs. Clause when I grow up! I love planning and hunting for the perfect present for my hubbie and kids. It truely is a magical time of year...&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite Christmas traditions...&lt;br /&gt;1. Light Hunting (driving around with Christmas music on and looking at all of the lights)&lt;br /&gt;2. Temple Lights (we were sick this year the day we were going to go and we never were able to fit it in- so sad!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Movies (my favorites are Elf, The Santa Clause, Home Alone, The Grinch- the cartoon, and Joy to the World)&lt;br /&gt;4. Christmas Music&lt;br /&gt;5. Decorating the Tree and the house&lt;br /&gt;6. Christmas outfits and Pictures&lt;br /&gt;7. A visit to Santa&lt;br /&gt;8. Sugar cookies and Orange Rolls&lt;br /&gt;9.Reading/acting Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;10. Visiting with Family&lt;br /&gt;**note to self, Do Not go anywhere Christmas Eve! I ran to get my perscription filled at Walgreens and I got honked at when I turned into the parking lot. I couldn't get out of the parking lot because everyone else was determined to leave first and the other cars were flying through as if the parking lot was a speedlimit "free" zone. Then as I pulled out into the center divide a car came flying around another car honking and flipping him off out the window! What the??!!! I felt like I was in an alternate universe- didn't these people know it was Chirstmas Eve!?!?! Yikes. Well luckily I made it home in one piece! But next year I think I will hide out in the saftey of my own house! Other than that it was a great Christmas! I hope your was too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-1615972890898302649?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1615972890898302649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=1615972890898302649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/1615972890898302649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/1615972890898302649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas.html' title='MerrY ChristmaS!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SWaBgCDxsxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9jRRAcnRAiM/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-964029293170600031</id><published>2008-11-10T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:20:56.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY HaLLoWeEn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2zYuti3YI/AAAAAAAAALY/DqJBA_3kujg/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2zYuti3YI/AAAAAAAAALY/DqJBA_3kujg/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268564376530640258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2yr4uXkFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/o-xZBH6TZ_A/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2yr4uXkFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/o-xZBH6TZ_A/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268563606124335186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2yHa1Dj7I/AAAAAAAAALI/hHtJOn2NBx8/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2yHa1Dj7I/AAAAAAAAALI/hHtJOn2NBx8/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268562979624030130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2vzamtlxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DFMxZfsTDXs/s1600-h/IMG_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2vzamtlxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DFMxZfsTDXs/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268560436943230738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2vzDH9FwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eGfD-Adi_fw/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2vzDH9FwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eGfD-Adi_fw/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268560430640207618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2vy4expMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0ybQbnHXP7I/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2vy4expMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0ybQbnHXP7I/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268560427783136450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2vyG41YkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/roVva2gU18A/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2vyG41YkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/roVva2gU18A/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268560414470660674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2vyPUOfqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Sf_CfPHO5x0/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2vyPUOfqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Sf_CfPHO5x0/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268560416733036194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Halloween we were Star Wars characters. Justin has been really into Star Wars and said he wanted to be Luke Skywalker so Alexa said "yeah I will be Princess Leia" and our theme was born. The Luke Skywalker costume was hard to find, so Justin ended up being Obi Wan (thanks mom for the costume). I made Alexa's costume from some white curtain fabric (without a pattern mind you). It was a little hard to get on b/c the fabric was so stiff (it probably needed a zipper) but it worked and that is the important part. Oh did I mention this was my first sewing project ever!!! (i know, that explains a lot)! Tyson was Darth Vader, Chelsie was Queen Amadala and I was Padme. I love dressing up and all the decorations at Halloween. We went to our ward Trunk'r'treat Thrusday, it is always fun to see all the amazing costumes and for the kids to see their friends. Trick or Treating in our neighborhood on Fri. Fun, Fun, Fun, not to mention another years worth of candy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-964029293170600031?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/964029293170600031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=964029293170600031' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/964029293170600031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/964029293170600031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='HaPpY HaLLoWeEn!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SR2zYuti3YI/AAAAAAAAALY/DqJBA_3kujg/s72-c/IMG_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-501163579302231844</id><published>2008-11-01T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:10:44.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my bro. Kendall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SQ0sAip0OUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YxD7i5M-4Qk/s1600-h/IMG_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SQ0sAip0OUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YxD7i5M-4Qk/s200/IMG_0807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263911927279794498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendall turned 19! shout horray! He is at BYUI and is getting ready to turn his mission papers. Happy Birthday Kendall!!!&lt;br /&gt;here are some random Kendall facts:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kendall loved to tell stories when he was younger. When began with "this one time" the were elaborate tales and very funny but never true!&lt;br /&gt;2. Kendall has a funny sense of humor and always makes us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;3. One year Kendall opened a bottle of shampoo for his one Christmas Eve present and exclaimed in dismay "shampoo???!!!!" we still get a good laugh out of that one!&lt;br /&gt;4. He was the "favorite" child because of his red hair (until Travis came along!)&lt;br /&gt;5. He loved playing soccer in high school and now plays on a rec team at BYUI.&lt;br /&gt;6. In middle school he asked my mom if he could go by Kenny or Ken- she said no. (i think it is funny both that he asked and the she said no)&lt;br /&gt;7. My nickname for him is Wendall. (i don't know why, but I have one for all of my sibs and my kids)&lt;br /&gt;8. He is the most giving person- i love that about him.&lt;br /&gt;9. He is a good and loyal friend.&lt;br /&gt;10. He talked my mom into getting a dog when he was in HS. (my dad was/is totally against pets) she got it, he went off to school and the dog is still at home. There's irony for ya!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-501163579302231844?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/501163579302231844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=501163579302231844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/501163579302231844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/501163579302231844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-my-bro-kendall.html' title='Happy Birthday to my bro. Kendall'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SQ0sAip0OUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YxD7i5M-4Qk/s72-c/IMG_0807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-6227429867654939174</id><published>2008-11-01T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:09:52.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to my cousin Brian and Bro-in -law Dave on their B-days</title><content type='html'>Sorry no pics for this one. I don't have any digitals and don't know how to scan the others yet. It is funny to have so many people born on NOV 1st!&lt;br /&gt;Brian was one of my favorite cousins growing up. He lived in Idaho Falls (still does) so we didn't get to see each other much, but whenever we were up there for a visit- I spent every waking and sleeping minute with him. We would play all day and then all the kids would sleep on the trampoline in his backyard. It was a blast! We even went to Ricks (when it was called that) for a year together before he left on his mish. Good times! &lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;br /&gt;1. Brian is the nicest person you will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;2. His room was SPOTLESS even in HS. I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;3. His "accident" stories are the funniest!&lt;br /&gt;4. I would call his apt. at Ricks and leave singing messages&lt;br /&gt;5. He drove me to the airport for my first ever plane trip. We almost died getting there (heading down the street with a big center divide) going the wrong direction is not a good idea!) and I was late. (and the whole time i was worried about the actual flight!)&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, We have some great memories! Happy Birthday~ the big 3-0! YiKes! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt;1. just the best Uncle- he loves all kids and they love him back&lt;br /&gt;2. teases John (makes me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;3. First Day Dave, sees almost every movie opening day- and is almost guaranteed to see most movies in the theater.&lt;br /&gt;4. crazy driver (that is the truth)&lt;br /&gt;5. He is anti-"rabbit food"and married Sarah who grew up  mostly vegetarian. Ironic!&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to have great in-laws that I get along with and love. I wish I could post for all of them but there are a whole lot of them! But I am truely grateful for each and everyone! Have a great birthday Dave! We love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-6227429867654939174?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6227429867654939174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=6227429867654939174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/6227429867654939174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/6227429867654939174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/11/shout-out-to-my-cousin-brian-and-bro-in.html' title='Shout out to my cousin Brian and Bro-in -law Dave on their B-days'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-931977736196164728</id><published>2008-10-05T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:28:32.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That was no ANT!</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night (Sept. 30th) I was stung by a sCoRiOn on my baby toe in the kitchen when I was locking up the house. I went back to get a glass of water and I didn't turn the light back on. My first reaction was, 'I just got bit by an ant' (a big ant) but by the time I took the two steps to turn on the light I thought 'OWWW- That Was No Ant!' The little scorpion came running at me, the pain seared and I called for John to help. But he was sleeping and didn't hear me. So I ran and grabbed a shoe and killed the nasty little bugger. The affects were already taking over my leg. I crawled upstairs and woke up John. When he finally figured out what I was saying he ran downstairs to look for more (with the black light) He got me ice and water (since I never did get any) and some Advil. He brought the flashlight (blacklight) upstairs and shined it everywhere we went. It was a long night, but since I wasn't frothing at the mouth or experiencing blurred vision or paralysis (the symtoms to watch for!!!) I just hung out at home all night.&lt;br /&gt;John has become the sCorPioN hUnTer! He has gone scorpion hunting every night since and has actually found a a lot of them- which really doesn't make me feel any better. But I guess at least there are less and less each night! SO if you see lights flashing around my yard, you'll know it is John on a hunt!&lt;br /&gt;The blessings (in disguise); at least it was me and not one of my kids. And I would rather it be a scorpion, whose venom is a nuero-toxin (attacks the nerves) than a black widow or brown recluse whose bites are nasty with after effects that are nasty. Hense my acrachnophbia. Also I know a lot more about scorpions. (more than I ever wanted to!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-931977736196164728?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/931977736196164728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=931977736196164728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/931977736196164728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/931977736196164728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-was-no-ant.html' title='That was no ANT!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-1212082424831961592</id><published>2008-10-05T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:59:23.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Uncle Ricky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SQSSXU-BBnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/61GXkwYRXd8/s1600-h/CIMG0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SQSSXU-BBnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/61GXkwYRXd8/s200/CIMG0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261491194139051634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SQSQJ-COqFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3l0Dq_LDi4Y/s1600-h/CIMG0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SQSQJ-COqFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/3l0Dq_LDi4Y/s200/CIMG0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261488765621151826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Eric turned the big 21 on Oct. 3rd. He is serving a mission in Denver Co. He is doing great and lovin' every minute. I am so proud of him and I love him and miss him tons.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fun facts:&lt;br /&gt;1. I call him Ricky and my kids picked it up. It was a while before they realized his name was Eric.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eric's alter ego when he was young was ZZhead, a name he gave himself. ZZhead displayed himself whenever Eric was hungry or tired!&lt;br /&gt;3. Alexa couldn't say Ricky at first, so she called him "Rocky". He taught her to chant his name "ricky-ricky-ricky". Every once-in-a-while she will still give a Ricky chant.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eric is an amazing baseball player.&lt;br /&gt;5. He is an awesome artist (I am still waiting for my pictures- hint-hint)&lt;br /&gt;6. He accidently memorized my musicals when I was in High School (not that he had a chance really) and he was like 9. The songs would get stuck in his head and drive him crazy. It was funny!&lt;br /&gt;7. He is fun to be around and I like hanging out with him.&lt;br /&gt;8. Eric loved candy when he was young and used to hide it all around his room. He could also be bribed with candy.(which sometimes came in handy)&lt;br /&gt;9. He has a good eye and opinion about landscape and home intirior; color, furniture, layout, etc. Sorry future wife but Eric will definatley want a say in the home stuff!  &lt;br /&gt;10. He is a hardworker and a great missionary.&lt;br /&gt; We love you and hope you had a great bIrThDaY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-1212082424831961592?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1212082424831961592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=1212082424831961592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/1212082424831961592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/1212082424831961592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-uncle-ricky.html' title='Happy Birthday Uncle Ricky!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SQSSXU-BBnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/61GXkwYRXd8/s72-c/CIMG0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-7908449733900013676</id><published>2008-10-05T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:29:27.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Justin!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have some catching up to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SOlHR_ugu_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/VPm_HFXPwtI/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SOlHR_ugu_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/VPm_HFXPwtI/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253808814794259442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SOlHSIwpuEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YotgO5JBQ0c/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SOlHSIwpuEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YotgO5JBQ0c/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253808817219156034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SOlHSWqnOrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RgwmhOBHXFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SOlHSWqnOrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RgwmhOBHXFQ/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253808820951923378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin turned 6 on July 7th, and had a spy party. We had food, friends, spy training, and a spy cake. He had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things about Justin: (keeping with tradition)&lt;br /&gt;1. He LOVES airplanes and wants to be a pilot. (seriously every year he wants an airplane party and we watch the military channel for the planes- ever since he was 2 1/2, we have paper airplanes all over the house and lots and lots of toy airplanes and finally an airplane blanket that Grammie made him)&lt;br /&gt;2. He loves to swim (good thing too b/c we live in the Valley of the Sun!)&lt;br /&gt;3. He always wants to go somewhere and do something&lt;br /&gt;4. He loves school&lt;br /&gt;5. He loves going on bike rides (even in the blazing heat)&lt;br /&gt;6. He is a great helper (when he wants to be) he empties the dishwasher and cleans his room on his own. When he is extra nice he will make Alexa's or my bed.&lt;br /&gt;7. His favorite food is Korean and Pizza (not at the same time) and chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;8. His favorite movie right now is the Star Wars series. (I think it is all the flying- see #1)&lt;br /&gt;9. His favorite colors are blue and red.&lt;br /&gt;10. He is a Daddy's boy and follows him everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SOlMrqt5PLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U_v_xb5RLDA/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SOlMrqt5PLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/U_v_xb5RLDA/s200/IMG_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253814753389264050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CCCCUUUUTTTEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;We Love Our Justin! Happy Birthday Buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-7908449733900013676?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7908449733900013676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=7908449733900013676' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/7908449733900013676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/7908449733900013676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-justin.html' title='Happy Birthday Justin!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SOlHR_ugu_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/VPm_HFXPwtI/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-3961180436958572786</id><published>2008-06-25T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:55.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SGL4LDLF03I/AAAAAAAAAIw/vo6p6Rb7jL0/s1600-h/june+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216004187162530674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SGL4LDLF03I/AAAAAAAAAIw/vo6p6Rb7jL0/s320/june+%2708+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SGL2mCmv7vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JxBRdKz3yGk/s1600-h/june+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216002451843313394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SGL2mCmv7vI/AAAAAAAAAIg/JxBRdKz3yGk/s320/june+%2708+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyson and Chelsie have a favorite blanket - it is the same blanket, one in blue and one in pink. Whenever we go into their room Tyson runs over to his crib and tries to pull it out through the slats. Sometimes he can get it but most of the time I have to get it for him. I aways change their diaper before naps and bed, and the only way to have Tyson hold still while I change him is to give him his blanket. The other day we went through the same routine. Get the blanket- change the diaper- then go get Chelsie for her turn. I layed her down and Tyson went and pulled her blanket out and brought it over to her. (The funny thing is sounded like he said "here-you-go!") So sweet- looking out for his little sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-3961180436958572786?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3961180436958572786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=3961180436958572786' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/3961180436958572786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/3961180436958572786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-sweet.html' title='So Sweet!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SGL4LDLF03I/AAAAAAAAAIw/vo6p6Rb7jL0/s72-c/june+%2708+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-3162901248781977713</id><published>2008-06-03T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:55.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SF7GKwHhlOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ElKCO0fJdLI/s1600-h/june+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214823306559067362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SF7GKwHhlOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ElKCO0fJdLI/s400/june+%2708+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SF7GMFUUFBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/z8ZrApEVbmY/s1600-h/june+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214823329429722130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SF7GMFUUFBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/z8ZrApEVbmY/s400/june+%2708+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's June 2nd and Alexa turned 4! She has been partying for days, thanks to her birthday twin Jacob (our neighbor who's birthday is the same day and year and about 10 min difference!) We went to Chuck E. Cheese sat. for Jacob's party (they got Alexa balloons and made her feel it was her party too) and she got to pick out a new bike for her birthday, and with her party coming up- she is a lucky girl! In keeping with tradition here are 10 things from the past year about Alexa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. she is a chatterbox!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. she is loves to color but somehow it always ends up all over her arms and legs, sometimes even clothes and the wall get in the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. she hides her eyes when she is doing something wrong and I catch her in the act. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. she LOVES baths and often takes 2-3 a day! (and she will sneak into any unsuspecting persons bath!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. she loves to shop and goes with me every time. (even the all-day marathon shopping). whenever we get into the car she asks if we get to go to the store. since the answer is usually no she asks the rest of the way if we can "please" go to the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. she gets jealous when John holds my hand or hugs me. She pushes him away or pries his hand out of mine and then sits between us to make sure he doesn't sneak a kiss! (now we do it on purpose and laugh b/c she does it everytime!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. she loves to sing and dance around the house- so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. she is known to wear swimsuit and/or ballerina leotards all day long ~fall, winter, spring, or summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. she changes her clothes many many many times a day and i find a trail of clothes all over the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. she is a snuggley cuddley bug and gives me hugs and kisses all day long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexa is a sweet and funny girl, and she makes me laugh all day long (most of the time!) we have a great time together. And we are so grateful to have her as a part of our family. Happy Birthday Alexa, We Love You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-3162901248781977713?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/3162901248781977713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=3162901248781977713' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/3162901248781977713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/3162901248781977713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SF7GKwHhlOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ElKCO0fJdLI/s72-c/june+%2708+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-703824445403104182</id><published>2008-05-28T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:55.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Uncle Curtis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SD5IIgi-ThI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PvVWLg6JHLA/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205677530299649554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SD5IIgi-ThI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PvVWLg6JHLA/s400/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 things about Curtis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. he is a computer genius. I call him for all computer questions and he always patiently helps me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. he graduated from BYU as a computer engineer (of course!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. he would help me with my math and chem homework in HS even though he is 2 grades younger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. he set the curve in the chem class we had together -i was a senior and he a sophomore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. he had the worlds best popeye face- when he was 3 (i need to get a pic. of that!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. we would play a lot when we were little, we loved thunder cats, he-man and she-ra, superman and wonderwoman, sometimes i tried to brib him play barbies but it didn't work so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. he claims i was bossy when we were little but that is not true, i tried to tell him what to do but he wouldn't do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. he is a bit of a picky eater (especially when he was younger) but learned to like more things when he was on his mission in Nebraska, Omaha spanish speaking. (except Peanut Butter.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. he hates peanut butter smell, taste, everything. we used to chase him around with spoons of peanut butter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. he got kicked out of daycare for biting the other kids. He had sharp teeth and if your hand got near it would get a little bite! I was on the recieving end of that a few times- watch out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. he pushed me into the deep end of the pool when i was 4 and i cut my chin and had to go to the ER to get it stiched up. He also broke 2 of my teeth with rocks he was throwing at me. (danger!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. He is an awesome Uncle and the kids LOVE him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hope you have a super birthday Uncle Curtis! We love ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(yes he is single so if you live in the San Diego area leave a post and a resume and we'll get back to ya! hehe) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-703824445403104182?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/703824445403104182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=703824445403104182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/703824445403104182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/703824445403104182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-uncle-curtis.html' title='Happy Birthday Uncle Curtis!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SD5IIgi-ThI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PvVWLg6JHLA/s72-c/IMG_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-1671941950254242051</id><published>2008-05-27T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:55.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SDxvOgi-TgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jXUrZX6SR-M/s1600-h/practice+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205157564378926594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SDxvOgi-TgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jXUrZX6SR-M/s400/practice+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it has been a whole year of Kindergarten! Miss Arnold was a fabulous teacher and Justin loved to go to school! (thank goodness). Today Kindergarten graduation, tomorrow high school graduation! Yikes. Well for now we will take it one day at a time. I am a little nervous about finding fun stuff to do during summer break, but it has been nice to gain an hour and half perviously spent getting ready for school and driving there and back. I have found I can get a few more things done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The graduation was so cute, nice and short, but cute! They sang the funniest song then showed a DVD of the year and burned a copy for each family! And the certificate are amazing. Miss Arnold did an amazing job! I am so greatful for all the wonderful teacher out there that work so hard to teach our children! Next stop FIRST GRADE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-1671941950254242051?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/1671941950254242051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=1671941950254242051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/1671941950254242051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/1671941950254242051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/05/ode-to-graduation.html' title='Ode to Graduation'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SDxvOgi-TgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jXUrZX6SR-M/s72-c/practice+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-4872032056330462519</id><published>2008-05-18T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:56.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grab a Wrench!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SDB6uI_qR2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/W6waf6uEBIg/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201792502719989602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SDB6uI_qR2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/W6waf6uEBIg/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SDB6u4_qR3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/aSV4mG5GzIk/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201792515604891506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SDB6u4_qR3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/aSV4mG5GzIk/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Justin has been asking for over a year for us to take off his training wheeles. But I couldn't really help him when I has prego with the twins, so i told him to wait. And he did. He asked again after they were born and I told him we would soon. Well summer came and there wasn't much bike riding going on (lots of swimming though). So this winter, as we got back into bike riding, he went and got a wrench (the right size and everything) and took his own training off! After running next to him a couple of times he turned to me and said "thanks mom, I got it" and he did. We went riding every morning and after two days he could get going really well. By the end of the week he was passing around us and off roading. The morale to this story is "patience is a virture but if you take to long I will do it myself!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I was practicing panning in the first pic and that was my best one except Alexa got in the shot, but I think I still like it anyway!)                                                                                                   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-4872032056330462519?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4872032056330462519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=4872032056330462519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/4872032056330462519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/4872032056330462519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/05/grab-wrench.html' title='Grab a Wrench!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SDB6uI_qR2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/W6waf6uEBIg/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-2030470102389889911</id><published>2008-04-20T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:57.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Toothfairy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SAuXguos_HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pNK_M3PvzCM/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191409584004988018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SAuXguos_HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pNK_M3PvzCM/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SAuXg-os_II/AAAAAAAAAGw/0ZhMahoDyyc/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191409588299955330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SAuXg-os_II/AAAAAAAAAGw/0ZhMahoDyyc/s400/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SAuVNuos_CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W8YkXWkgLUU/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191407058564217890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SAuVNuos_CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W8YkXWkgLUU/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin came home from school last friday with a necklace made out of dental floss and plastic in the shape of a tooth. I heard it tinkling as he walk in and I look over at him and asked "whatcha got there?" To which he replied "MY TOOTH!" What? no way? It wasn't very loose! But he showed me the gaping hole and sure enough it was missing. He pulled it out while he was working on his seatwork at school. I checked his other tooth (we usually check when we brush before bed and sure enough it wasn't very loose- just a little wiggle.) well of course the toothfairy came to our house and exchanged some goodies and $$ for his first little tooth. He was sooooo excited and showed at 6:30 saturday morning that she had in fact come! We all got up and began our chores and I hear him say "oh-oh". I look over and his other tooth was now hanging by a thread. He said "oh, what should I do" and I said "well pull it out!" and he did!! So the toothfairy had to come back to our house two nights in a row! I really don't know how he got them out- that is determination!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-2030470102389889911?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2030470102389889911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=2030470102389889911' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/2030470102389889911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/2030470102389889911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-toothfairy.html' title='Busy Toothfairy!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/SAuXguos_HI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pNK_M3PvzCM/s72-c/IMG_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-2825118990494473205</id><published>2008-03-25T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:57.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll cry if I want to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R-lz19TQRfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L1ifUIjY4kw/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181800217092048370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R-lz19TQRfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L1ifUIjY4kw/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R-lz2NTQRgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C7iFy2ftIAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181800221387015682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R-lz2NTQRgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C7iFy2ftIAQ/s320/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R-lz2tTQRhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TXwVM9xY8vA/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181800229976950290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R-lz2tTQRhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TXwVM9xY8vA/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so this might not be funny to anyone else but I thought it was hilarious! Tyson and Chelsie looked so cute so I tried to take their picture... but it was way to close to nap time so they cried the entire time. I snaped the pics anyway and found myself completely laughing by the end. It took me back to when they were first born and they would cry at the same time and it would sound like two sirens just off in their timing- making continuous noise. Their cry had two different pitches and Chelsies' had a squeak at the top- it always made me laugh (well for a few minutes anyway)! I just love the pic of them looking at eachother and crying. Then Chelsie became quite interested in Tysons hair. And finally at the end she gave me a BIG smile for the camera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-2825118990494473205?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2825118990494473205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=2825118990494473205' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/2825118990494473205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/2825118990494473205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='I&apos;ll cry if I want to!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R-lz19TQRfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/L1ifUIjY4kw/s72-c/IMG_0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-6874620966905727040</id><published>2008-03-07T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:58.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R9I3xYafvRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qp36IrCCL6I/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175260243308821778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R9I3xYafvRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qp36IrCCL6I/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R9I3xoafvSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Nvn_msev1rU/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175260247603789090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R9I3xoafvSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Nvn_msev1rU/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R9I3x4afvTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cgJSuswDXts/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175260251898756402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R9I3x4afvTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cgJSuswDXts/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R9I3yIafvUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jf-gFhCfjIM/s1600-h/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175260256193723714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R9I3yIafvUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jf-gFhCfjIM/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyson and Chelsie turned a year old on February 1st! I can't believe how quick that went by! I can't believe I made it a whole year nursing 2 babies! It was bitter-sweet to wean them but it was also surprisingly easy. (my other 2 not so much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 things about Tyson:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He does everything with his tounge hanging out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He crawls over anything in his way, including Chelsie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He can make brilliant noises with his tounge (clicking, rolling, waging, etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He loves his mama and always want to be held by me and only me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He was the first to say mama and still yells it at me when he wants food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He steals anything Chelsie is holding and any food she has left on her tray if his is empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He loves bath time and splashes up a storm (lookout Chelsie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He pulls off his pants and throws them and his blanket out of the crib if I take too long getting them up after they wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He has the sadest cry- you can't help but pick him up and give him a snuggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He has a funny laugh but you have to work pretty hard to get him going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 things about Chelsie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. She is the most giggley baby I have ever seen! She laughs long and loud and free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. She let Tyson take all of her stuff with nothing but a "uh" in protest and then moves on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. She has a great set of lungs and can really wail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. She loves to be held and will let anyone hold her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. She loves to play pat-a-cake and was able to do all the motions by 9 mo's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. She says "mmmm" after every bite of food and shakes her head when she is done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. She gives nice wet open mouth kisses (sweet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. She weighed 5 oz. less than Tyson at birth and now it is more than 5 lbs. less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. She smiles for the camera (although it is a bit of a funny expression it is the same everytime)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. She cut all of her teeth at one time. she went from 0 to 7 then to 12 with the other 4 on their&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been so fun to see two babies grow up at the same time. to see their different personalities and a very distinct difference between a boy and a girl. While the beginning was very difficult and tireing ( and I know there is more where that came from), the blessings really are double! I love you Tyson and Chelsie! Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-6874620966905727040?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6874620966905727040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=6874620966905727040' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/6874620966905727040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/6874620966905727040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-did-time-go.html' title='Where did the time go?'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R9I3xYafvRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Qp36IrCCL6I/s72-c/IMG_0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-836360209099550014</id><published>2008-02-29T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:54:38.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarantined!!</title><content type='html'>This has been a bit of a rough winter for us. Especially this whole month of February aka Black February! we started the month out by taking turns with some form of the respritory flu. It wasn't too bad we were still able to mostly function. But then we got hit with the most horrible flu or bronchitis? who knows. but it was horrible. john started us off and each day someone would wake-up sick. I got it monday night (18th). I was fevering and just plain dying. I was up all night every night with one or two of the kids. Tuesday was the worst of it for me- I honestly couldn't move. Poor John had to help feed kids and hold one of the sick babies. Nobody in my house moved for a week!! Justin missed school for the first time this year (and what a weird feeling to have to call my kid in sick for the first time!) He ended up missing 5 days total. We watched practically every movie we own- to keep the kids occupied. We were all drugged on any medication we could find and we just layed on the couches covered in blankets. No one felt like eating so we barely ate for a week. And thank goodness for friends who would bring over food because I couldn't  get up long enough to make anything. I have never been so sick with the flu- EVER! Other sicknesses like strep yes but the flu? no. This the worst I have ever seen. To take out a family of six within a week. I am still not better and if I move too much I start sweating- no to mention I ach and can't breathe and my head just throbbs. Okay this is way to long of a post for illness but I just can't believe the killer strength of this flu! (maybe if I was able to rest I would get better faster- but so it goes in the life of a mother!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-836360209099550014?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/836360209099550014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=836360209099550014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/836360209099550014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/836360209099550014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/02/quarantined.html' title='Quarantined!!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-8564630307321006169</id><published>2008-01-15T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:59.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R5zi3i6ct9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/uWaBWlrfHns/s1600-h/DSC01192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160248716952385490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R5zi3i6ct9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/uWaBWlrfHns/s200/DSC01192.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R5zhoi6ct7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oRakLMdgM9s/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160247359742719922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R5zhoi6ct7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oRakLMdgM9s/s200/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Disneyland on New Years Day with my family. It was a blast. After all, Disneyland is the Happiest Place on Earth AND most of my family was there (except for my brother who is on his mission in CO.) We had a grand ol' time. Justin loved all of the "big" rides. After every ride he would say "that was awesome! can we go on it again!") His favorite ride was space mountian because we were flying on a rocket! ( he he got soaked on Splash Moutain (we had to change his shirt and wait for his pants to dry). Alexa loved the rides but would hide her eyes during any &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R5zh8i6ct8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZGriPMjdrTk/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160247703340103618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="158" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R5zh8i6ct8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZGriPMjdrTk/s200/DSC01184.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;scary parts. My cousin Marisa, who works for Mr. Disney, got us VIP tix to the Aladdin show. It was really funny and the babies were pretty good for the show, which was lucky because we were down in the front (although we had an escape route all planned out just case)! Tyson and Chelsie were really very good and the fun was worth all the extra effort of having two babies in tow at Disneyland. The fireworks were cancelled (too much wind) which is sad because they have the most amazing fireworks show; but we took Alexa over to FantasyLand and she had an absolute ball. It was great because all of the kids had gone home so we were able to                                                   walk on to most of the rides. Her favorite ride was the carousel.                                        She said "we were on the horsies like Mary Poppins! right mom!" So Fun! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-8564630307321006169?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/8564630307321006169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=8564630307321006169' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/8564630307321006169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/8564630307321006169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/R5zi3i6ct9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/uWaBWlrfHns/s72-c/DSC01192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-2769215573987335493</id><published>2008-01-15T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T18:06:07.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>computer illiterate</title><content type='html'>so i tried to add all the pretty paper and embellishment to my blog (thanks melissa for the online tutorial) but i dont know how to make the header picture so cute. and as i was playing around with it i just kept making it worse and worse. so that is why the header looks lame and now i cant get the words off without making it worse. (any help would be appriciated). but i am proud that i actually got the paper thing right. it was scary even with the tutorial. but then again i cant even figure out how to send a forward or mass email- i know i really am computer illiterate!! but i like the new look! (thanks to shabby princess for the cute paper!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-2769215573987335493?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2769215573987335493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=2769215573987335493' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/2769215573987335493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/2769215573987335493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2008/01/computer-illiterate.html' title='computer illiterate'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-7874515542850934559</id><published>2007-11-04T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:41:07.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-35.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=936748722493172277&amp;amp;site=widget-35.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=936748722493172277&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p1/936748722493172277/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=936748722493172277&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p2/936748722493172277/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-7874515542850934559?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/7874515542850934559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=7874515542850934559' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/7874515542850934559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/7874515542850934559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-6734100893800706960</id><published>2007-11-04T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:59.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/Ry62wwX8OjI/AAAAAAAAACU/J3poJv-aa5w/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129237974356867634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/Ry62wwX8OjI/AAAAAAAAACU/J3poJv-aa5w/s200/DSC01186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Halloween. I love the kids all dressed up and looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cute! I love the fun parties! I love that the weather is getting cooler! I love all the decorating! I loved it when I was a kid too. I was lucky to grow up in a ward that had really fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; parties. Tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;booths&lt;/span&gt;, food, a cake walk, a haunted house (primary rooms), we decorated doors and went trick-or-treating down the halls. It was even fun as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; because we got to run the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;booths&lt;/span&gt; and hang out with our friends, and make it so fun for all of the kids. I sure that is why I like it so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love theme Halloween costumes for our family (I know I am a nerd). This year we were Robin Hood (the cartoon). Justin was Robin Hood (of course) Tyson was Little John, Alexa was Maid Marion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chelise&lt;/span&gt; was Hiss (the snake) and I was Prince John. John does not like to dress up but he is always a good sport when the kids ask him to dress up with them; so he was the Sheriff of Nottingham (simple costume). Somehow I didn't get a pic of him- how did that happen??!! The kids had a great time. They really love to dress up. (Alexa dresses up everyday so it's not really out of the ordinary for her- but she loves it anyway). We went to our ward party on Tues. and Justin got his face painted and did not want to wash it off. So... he went to school the next day with a ghost on one cheek and a jack-o-lantern on the other! And on Wed. we went trick or treating in our neighborhood, babies in tow. When we got home he dumped out all of the candy on the table and said "mom! I'm rich!!" I love Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-6734100893800706960?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6734100893800706960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=6734100893800706960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/6734100893800706960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/6734100893800706960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2007/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/Ry62wwX8OjI/AAAAAAAAACU/J3poJv-aa5w/s72-c/DSC01186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-5816643713587432705</id><published>2007-10-27T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:59:59.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that the Blue one or the Pink one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RyQEbAX8OiI/AAAAAAAAACM/KUOGqr6jI3E/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126227137857862178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RyQEbAX8OiI/AAAAAAAAACM/KUOGqr6jI3E/s200/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexa was so funny when we brought the babies home from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hosptial&lt;/span&gt; she kept asking "mom, is that the blue one or the pink one?" It took a few weeks before she would call them by their names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the first time she saw me nurse them she exclaimed "mom!! are they eating your stomach????" I thought for a minute and then said "yes, yes they are." I didn't want to give her any terms, even the technical names, because she is such a chatty box she is sure to tell someone somewhere at the wrong time and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; to minimize all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;. So for now she calls them Mom's milk, and that is term I can live with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-5816643713587432705?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/5816643713587432705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=5816643713587432705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/5816643713587432705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/5816643713587432705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-that-blue-one-or-pink-one.html' title='Is that the Blue one or the Pink one?'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RyQEbAX8OiI/AAAAAAAAACM/KUOGqr6jI3E/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-2566906523090170745</id><published>2007-10-27T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:39:18.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OY!</title><content type='html'>Sorry no pics, but I had to tell this story. The other day I ran some errands (with my little shopper Alexa) it was mostly odds and ends and take backs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.  Well after a bit- I was tired, it was late and I was just running from store to store. I ran out of time to get to ALL of the places I wanted to go so I rearranged my plans and headed to one last store (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt;) before closing. We headed into the store and went straight for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ribbon&lt;/span&gt;- grabbed what I needed and then headed toward that back. Now, I don't know if it was because I was in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; that I never go to, or because I was tried but, I could not remember what I was there for. I had the ribbon but that was just a little thing and not the reason for the trip. I walked up and down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aisle's&lt;/span&gt; of the store and... nothing. Suddenly the 5 minute warning came and I started to stress. WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS I THERE FOR???? Nothing was coming to me. I hardly ever get out so this was my chance to get what I needed and I seriously could not remember. I was hoping as I walked the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aisle's&lt;/span&gt; that something would trigger my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;memory&lt;/span&gt;, but alas the final call came and I still had no idea! I left feeling frustrated and disappointed. We have all had the experience where we walk into a room or closet and can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; what we are doing there so we have to go back to where we started. But in the end I usually remember. Sure enough the minute I walked in the door and sat down I remembered!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel a little  "dumber" after each kid so I guess with twins I am twice as dumb! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;(just in case you were wondering what it was that I wanted- it was a stencil for Alexa's room and no I still haven't gotten it! ha ha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-2566906523090170745?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2566906523090170745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=2566906523090170745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/2566906523090170745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/2566906523090170745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2007/10/oy.html' title='OY!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-743136255236930840</id><published>2007-10-14T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:00:00.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't feed the bears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RxKyL8WIFLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/49czeocTwkU/s1600-h/DSC01115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121351644520912050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RxKyL8WIFLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/49czeocTwkU/s320/DSC01115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeding time at our house is crazy. Between the older two and the babies, sometimes I feel like all I do all day long is feed and clean-up food (not to mention change diapers and clean the rest of the house!!) At first it took FOREVER to feed Tyson and Chelsie but they have gotten much &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RxKydsWIFMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8JW3egNOtdI/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121351949463590082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RxKydsWIFMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8JW3egNOtdI/s200/DSC01124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RxKy08WIFNI/AAAAAAAAACE/6xqdpMElwY0/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121352348895548626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RxKy08WIFNI/AAAAAAAAACE/6xqdpMElwY0/s200/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;better and faster at the eating thing. Now they just want MORE! They are so funny to watch as they taste things that they don't like- they gag. John says "oh they don't like that"- I say "they will!!" and I just keep feeding it to them. And the more I feed them the bigger they get! It is incredible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-743136255236930840?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/743136255236930840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=743136255236930840' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/743136255236930840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/743136255236930840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-dont-feed-bears.html' title='Please don&apos;t feed the bears!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RxKyL8WIFLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/49czeocTwkU/s72-c/DSC01115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-2289553990038392461</id><published>2007-10-02T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:00:00.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels coming in pairs!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwKsxsWIFKI/AAAAAAAAABs/i4vRM223e5g/s1600-h/IMG_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116842096363836578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwKsxsWIFKI/AAAAAAAAABs/i4vRM223e5g/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe how many people are having or have had twins! It is quite a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;! We were the 14 set before the ward split- and there is still 7 or so. Growing up I knew a set of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;identicals&lt;/span&gt; and a set of boy/girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fraternals&lt;/span&gt;. In middle school there was a set of triplets. And in High School a set of fraternal girls- and that was it! Now I know tons of people with twins, &amp;amp; everyone I know, know several people with twins. I figure Heavenly Father is trying to get His children here faster- so they are coming in multiples!! Watch out if you are trying to get pregnant there might be a "surprise" in store for you too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-2289553990038392461?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/2289553990038392461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=2289553990038392461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/2289553990038392461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/2289553990038392461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2007/10/angels-coming-in-pairs.html' title='Angels coming in pairs!!'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwKsxsWIFKI/AAAAAAAAABs/i4vRM223e5g/s72-c/IMG_1354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-6584537660482651287</id><published>2007-10-01T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:00:01.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, Can I play in the mud?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwEQ9sWIFII/AAAAAAAAABc/FMAzOboGi_4/s1600-h/june-+sept+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116389303731623042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwEQ9sWIFII/AAAAAAAAABc/FMAzOboGi_4/s320/june-+sept+2007+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwESNMWIFJI/AAAAAAAAABk/REWFwLSCFzI/s1600-h/june-+sept+2007+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116390669531223186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwESNMWIFJI/AAAAAAAAABk/REWFwLSCFzI/s200/june-+sept+2007+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the babies where first born we got a little swing set for Justin and Alexa to play on. I would watch them from the window while I was nursing the babies. They had lots of fun talking to me through the window and telling me to "watch this mom". As it began to get warmer I told them I couldn't open the window but I would still watch them through it. One day Alexa asked if they could play in the mud. I was tired and I only half heard her. I heard myself say "sure sweetie". (I think I said that alot!) It took me a while before I realized what she had asked me. (sleep deprivation does that to me). I couldn't see them from the angle I was at so after I finished feeding the babies I went to check on them and this is what I found...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwEQWcWIFHI/AAAAAAAAABU/lIVTVj82P1g/s1600-h/june-+sept+2007+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116388629421757554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwEQWcWIFHI/AAAAAAAAABU/lIVTVj82P1g/s200/june-+sept+2007+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwEPFsWIFFI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gx3YhMPko38/s1600-h/june-+sept+2007+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116387242147320914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwEPFsWIFFI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gx3YhMPko38/s200/june-+sept+2007+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116387787608167522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwEPlcWIFGI/AAAAAAAAABM/mbNNBA7iNq0/s200/june-+sept+2007+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-6584537660482651287?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/6584537660482651287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=6584537660482651287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/6584537660482651287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/6584537660482651287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2007/10/mom-can-i-play-in-mud.html' title='Mom, Can I play in the mud?'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RwEQ9sWIFII/AAAAAAAAABc/FMAzOboGi_4/s72-c/june-+sept+2007+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-4351873328606738935</id><published>2007-09-26T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:00:02.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Alexa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RvrhLMWIFBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/II2GKGtrWQU/s1600-h/june-+sept+2007+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114647909241459730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RvrhLMWIFBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/II2GKGtrWQU/s320/june-+sept+2007+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RvrmPMWIFCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oLNdtWyF6XI/s1600-h/june-+sept+2007+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114653475519075362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RvrmPMWIFCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oLNdtWyF6XI/s200/june-+sept+2007+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexa is 3 and a sweet as can be. She is extra polite and is always giving hugs and kisses. She is really fun to be around. She loves shoes!! And she loves to dress up and some of her outfits are hilarious. She especially loves her princess outfits and this ballerina costume that Grandma got for her when she was in town. She loves the camera and is always asking to have her picture taken. So does her bro Justin. It's a good thing though- cause I have gotten some great pics. She went shopping with me the other day and we were there forever. she was soo good. I was surprised. She sat in her stroller and went from store to store with me without a complaint. As long as we occasionally went on the escalator (alligator as she calls it) she was happy. It got late and she still went along. We finally stopped for dinner 2 hours after we normally have dinner. Seriously!! I had to find a new shopping buddy since my sis lives so far away. (sad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-4351873328606738935?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4351873328606738935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=4351873328606738935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/4351873328606738935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/4351873328606738935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-little-alexa.html' title='My little Alexa'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RvrhLMWIFBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/II2GKGtrWQU/s72-c/june-+sept+2007+203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5275317706044144301.post-4746686927487143657</id><published>2007-09-26T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:00:02.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin's First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RvreBsWIFAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TN9luo5CV3I/s1600-h/june-+sept+2007+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114644447497819138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RvreBsWIFAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TN9luo5CV3I/s320/june-+sept+2007+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Justin on his first day of school (with Alexa peeking around his folder). He loves it! Everyday he asks if he gets to go to school. Saturday was hard to explain at first! When he came home after the first day I asked how his day was he ran around in circles telling me all of the fun stuff he did. It was so cute. He also gives me what I like to call the "naughty report" he tells me who made bad choices that day and what they did. He cracks me up. I worried at first that he would like it at first and then be sick of it and want to stay home. well no such worries...today he called from the other room "do I have school today." when i told him that he did I could hear him say "Yes!!" I am so glad that he likes school. His teacher is great. And he is learning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much. I tell him to stop getting so smart! He just smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5275317706044144301-4746686927487143657?l=jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/feeds/4746686927487143657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5275317706044144301&amp;postID=4746686927487143657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/4746686927487143657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5275317706044144301/posts/default/4746686927487143657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jerafarnsworth.blogspot.com/2007/09/justins-first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='Justin&apos;s First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Jera Farnsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09650823390510475849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z7HF-6Bg_Lc/RvreBsWIFAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TN9luo5CV3I/s72-c/june-+sept+2007+099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
